"The army? What army? ”

Hundreds of players looked at each other. Obviously, they didn't know the news. After all, this was the first-hand news that the silkworm had passed to the Holy Hand scholar hundreds of kilometers away.

"We don't know exactly what kind of army it is. But the only thing I know now is that the number of troops who have invaded Heavenly Fantasy City is definitely quite a lot, and moreover, there are much more than us. ”

Seeing the serious expression of the Holy Hand Scholar, the hundreds of players who had already assembled seemed a little unconcerned: "Harm, it's a game anyway, it's a game if you die, can't you be resurrected?!" I don't believe in the infinite resurrection ability of our players, and I'm afraid of them? ”

After saying that, the people laughed, and looked very relaxed.

"No, you're wrong." The Holy Hand Scholar frowned: "If we can be resurrected, it will be good. ”

"You... What do you mean? "Eventually, some players noticed that something was wrong.

The Holy Hand Scholar pointed to the purple-black shroud behind them that shrouded the entire Heavenly Fantasy City: "I believe you all remember that since leaving the Novice Village, the magic circle where the players were resurrected was arranged inside the Heavenly Fantasy City. ”

"In other words, if we die, we may be teleported to the Heavenly Fantasy City..."

At this time, the Holy Hand Scholar did not know that the Resurrection Circle had lost its use.

"What I mean is that this battle is actually no different from real life, we still can't die, it's still a one-time expendable combat force, do you understand?"

Hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Without the ability to resurrect infinitely, it means that they can only fight once on this battlefield, and only have one chance. If he dies, he will most likely be teleported to the Heavenly Fantasy City and will not be able to come out again.

"So we're a few hundred... Will it succeed? ”

In the team, a small girl silently asked a question, which made the atmosphere drop to a freezing point.

We don't know the number of troops on the other side, but on our side, there are only a few hundred people, and the difference in strength is huge.

"That's why I'm calling everyone together in the server-wide announcement. But I didn't expect that there were only a few hundred people coming..."

The Holy Hand Scholar's face was a little gloomy, obviously he didn't expect this ending, let alone that the other party would make a move at this time, and he came up and sealed the Heavenly Fantasy City.

"I don't play anymore, I quit. What kind of broken copy of this game can't be resurrected, it's not interesting at all. ”

A yellow-haired man threw his sword to the ground, clicked on the exit interface, pressed the "Exit Game" button, and disappeared in front of everyone.

One shot, and out of control.

With him at the beginning, more people also chose to quit the game, because the plot was really difficult.

"I'll quit, I have to see my mother-in-law this afternoon, I don't have time, I'll go first."

"I forgot to turn off the gas tank at home, let's go, see you tomorrow."

"I... I haven't finished my homework yet..."

After one reason after another, the same or different, many players quit the game.

The only ones left were the Holy Hand Scholar and nearly 300 people.

"You guys.... Don't quit the game? The risk we had to take this time was enormous. ”

"Harm, it doesn't matter, it's just a game anyway, it's over when you're done, and you're happy."

"Heavenly Fantasy City has guarded us for so long, like a mother, witnessing our growth, and now, it's time for us to give back to our mother."

"Although our level is not high, we are willing to help Heavenly Fantasy City, I only hope that the great god will not dislike us."

Looking at the 300th person who decided to stay in front of him, the Holy Hand Scholar said that he was not moved, it was fake. But now is clearly not the time to sensationalize.

"Well, guys, we're not alone. After a while, the Oxygen Lemon God will also bring people to help us. ”

Sure enough, hearing the name Oxygen Lemon, everyone was in good spirits.

"The Oxygen Lemon God is also here! Great, I suddenly felt like we had a win! ”

"I'm full of spirit, I'm not afraid of how many enemies come!"

In the game, the great god is always a shot in the arm.

"Okay, in that case, let's rest in place, stay in the best condition, wait for the enemy army, and wait for more people to join us, okay?!"

"Good!"

At the order of the Holy Hand Scholar, many people took out their weapons and repaired them, or took a medicine, or squinted for a while, to maintain the best mental state.

The rest of the people, following the example of the Holy Hand Scholars, called for more people in the public chat room to come and protect the Heavenly Fantasy City.

Within a few minutes, a small group of about three or four people came from afar, sitting at the edge of the line.

After another minute, a priest came, looked at them timidly, and then at the scholar of the Holy Hand, and sat down beside him, holding the book in his arms.

Here came seven or eight more mages.

A few more Assassins hurried over there.

The team of 300 people, slowly, grew up from the stream.

The Holy Hand Scholar who was sitting at the head of the line took the communicator in his hand and sent a message to Oxygen Lemon first, asking her where she was, and her reply was:

"Come on, we're already getting pumped up."

At the same time, a positioning was sent, which showed that there was still some distance from here.

Heavenly Fantasy City was isolated, the teleportation circle could not be used, and they could only walk over to participate in the guild war.

Seeing that the master was about to come, the Holy Hand Scholar made up his mind, flipped through the list again, and found the silkworm.

"Brother Silkworm, where are you now? We've gathered quite a few people. ”

"Brother Silkworm, how is the intelligence investigation? How many people are on the other side? ”

"Brother Silkworm, why don't you speak?"

The Holy Hand Scholar sent several text messages, but he didn't receive a reply from the Silkworm, and he was unconsciously a little anxious in his heart.

Nothing will happen.

Immediately, he shook his head again.

The owner had given so many good things to the silkworm before, even if he met some strong person, it was still possible to escape.

But why don't you keep replying?

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and he put the communicator aside, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

This team, only he can lead.

...

Hundreds of kilometers away from Heavenly Fantasy City, the whining crowd was like locusts in transit, eating away at the territory of light little by little.

The leader was a man with two crimson horns on his head, with a muscular figure, a few points stronger than the Thor Emperor, who had always been known for his majesty, and his muscles were full of extraordinary strength.

At this time, at his feet, was a relatively thin man.

The man was already dying, apparently dying.